The Bad Is Not Yet Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga
The Bad Is Not Yet
Sat I in the shadows of hope
Singing away my singed ego
Watching my people acquiesce evil leadership
Tyrannical lapdogs gyrating to the rhythms of a sanguinary system
My mother lies still in the morgue because of the system
And we continue to watch while we perish
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
11 July 2020
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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